“Does it feel good… my husband has never made me feel like this…” In the dim room, the young woman knelt on the bed, looking back at me. Her breathing grew more ragged, her hazy eyes seemed to melt anyone she gazed upon. Just a day ago, I would never have dreamed of conquering Ms. Davies, my alluring English professor, and having her beneath me. My name is Alex Stone, a college freshman. Perhaps it was genetic, but I was born with an abundance of male hormones, leading to my, well, equipment developing at twice the rate of my peers. By the time I turned eighteen, it was truly something else. Not only did its length and girth grow exponentially, but due to an excessive amount of testosterone, my libido became incredibly potent. I needed to find a way to relieve myself twice a day, otherwise, I’d feel restless and uncomfortable all over. That day, I went to the office to ask for a leave of absence. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Ms. Davies wiping away tears. “Professor, what’s wrong?” Ms. Davies turned, forcing a calm demeanor. “Nothing, Alex. I was just tired, gave a big yawn.” “Oh… then I’ll go.” Since she didn’t want to say, I placed my leave request on her desk and turned to leave. But, as luck would have it, a sweep of my hand knocked over her thermos. Hot, steaming water splashed all over my lower abdomen and groin. For a moment, I thought I was ruined. I hopped around, clutching my crotch, wincing in pain. Ms. Davies panicked. “Where did it get you? Let me see!” I hesitated, a little awkward. Seeing my discomfort, Ms. Davies quickly grabbed my waistband, ready to pull down my pants. But just as she was about to pull, she paused. “Can you walk?” she asked, her brows furrowed. “Hiss… Kinda, kinda.” It was after school hours then, so there weren weren't many people outside. Ms. Davies carefully but quickly helped me up to the fifth floor. She pulled out a key and opened the door to a small room opposite the storage closet. I looked around, noticing a desk and a bed inside. A few silk stockings were haphazardly tossed on the bed—it looked like her usual resting spot. Once inside, Ms. Davies helped me sit on the bed and then reached down to pull off my pants. “It was easy for someone to walk in the office earlier. Are you in pain? If the burn is serious, we have to go to the hospital!” Actually, I was almost fine by then. Though the water in the thermos was hot, it wasn’t boiling. It was more a fright than an actual burn. But lust often emboldens a man, especially with my heightened sex drive. Watching Ms. Davies kneel on the soft pad beside the bed, her captivating, beautiful face only eight inches from my groin, her luscious hourglass figure, magnified by the angle, was incredibly impactful. Her full breasts, encased in a black bra, trembled enticingly beneath her neckline, shining blindingly white. I couldn’t help but react. As my boxers slid down to my knees, my 'member' sprang out with a distinct thwack, like a giant snake. “Oh!” Ms. Davies hadn’t expected me to be so… gifted. She almost got hit in the face. She was visibly startled, covering her mouth with a soft gasp. Her eyes darted away. “You… quickly check… how is it?” “It just hurts…” My lifelong sexual happiness was at stake, so I naturally wouldn’t be careless. I lowered my head and inspected closely. I was relieved to find I wasn’t burned, only slightly red. The pain wasn't from a burn, but more like a throbbing sensation from being overly aroused. Ms. Davies avoided my gaze, turning to grab a clean towel from the clothes rack. She moistened it and gently dabbed my lower abdomen. The warm breath she exhaled sprayed onto my skin, sending shivers through me. From the mirror behind her, it looked almost as if she were kneeling, attending to me. Recalling scenes from some novels, I deliberately arched my hips upward, bringing my ‘big treasure’ closer to Ms. Davies’s face. “Behave yourself…” Ms. Davies raised a hand and lightly smacked me. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. “No wonder… your nickname is ‘The Big Donkey’…” “Professor, how did you know?” “Your ex-girlfriend mentioned in the dorms that your ‘thing’ was especially big, and it just spread… Hahaha.” I awkwardly chuckled, pulling my abdomen back. Ms. Davies, seeing my expression ease, simply draped the towel over my ‘treasure’ and asked, “Are you okay now?” “Doesn’t hurt anymore, it feels warm,” I grinned foolishly. “That’s good. Don’t tell anyone about today, alright?” Ms. Davies advised, looking a little embarrassed. “Mmm-hmm, I know. It’s our little secret.” Hearing my words, Ms. Davies’s face flushed even deeper, a beautiful crimson that spread down her neck. Even though she was a mature woman, she could still display such girlish shyness. My unruly body stiffened again, and a fresh wave of desire flared within me. “You… what are you doing…” Ms. Davies froze, staring at the towel slowly rising from my erection. Her cherry-red lips parted in surprise. For a moment, the entire room was filled with an illicit tension. “I… I can’t control myself…” “I know, you’re at that age when your blood runs hot…” Ms. Davies seemed to conjure unspeakable images in her mind, her small tongue unconsciously licking her red lips, swallowing hard. “Prof—Professor…” I summoned my courage. “I’ve always liked you. Every time I see you, I get like this…” Ms. Davies stared at me blankly. After a long moment, she finally spoke. “You’re in puberty, it’s normal to have fantasies about the opposite sex. But it should be with girls your own age, not me…” “I can’t control it. And once it’s like this, it takes a long time to go down.” “Then you…” Ms. Davies actually looked a little abashed. “You… just take care of it yourself… just not too often, it’s bad for your health…” “Professor, can you… help me?” At that moment, I don’t know what I was thinking. I suddenly had a crazy impulse. I pulled the towel off, exposing my manhood, and blurted out the question. Ms. Davies froze. When she reacted, her face instantly flooded with crimson. She fiercely pinched my leg. “You dare tease your professor? You’re out of control…” Seeing her seem somewhat flustered and annoyed, I quickly stood up to appease her. But due to overexertion and my pants still being down, I immediately fell again. To make matters worse, my excited ‘member’ directly hit the corner of the desk, a painful blow. “Ah, it hurts so bad…” I writhed on the floor like a worm, clutching my groin. “What happened to you?” Seeing my distorted expression, Ms. Davies quickly kneeled over me, fumbling to see how badly I was hurt. “I… I went limp.” “What nonsense are you talking about?!” “But you’re so close to me… and it’s not reacting at all.” Ms. Davies looked at me in astonishment. I nodded helplessly. She, too, worried that I might actually be injured. She patted my back to comfort me. “Maybe you’re just too nervous. It’ll be fine in a moment.” Hearing that, I did calm down. Ms. Davies knelt on the bed, lost in thought. A few minutes later, she blushed again and leaned closer to ask, “Do you… feel anything now?” Actually, I was pretty much okay by then, but feeling Ms. Davies’s soft body pressing against my leg, that desire in my heart stirred back to life. I couldn’t help but turn my head and kiss her lips. “Hmm?” Ms. Davies blinked, seemingly not registering what had happened. After a moment, she finally spoke. “Some child is very bold, indeed.” “You still think I’m a child?” Looking at her captivating and alluring face, I steeled my heart and simply pressed her down onto the bed. “Ah!” Ms. Davies gasped, trying to shield her chest with her arms, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You… what are you doing?!” “Taking you.” Like a wild animal, I peeled back her hands and pulled them above her head, pinning them down. My other hand slipped under her skirt, pushing Ms. Davies’s underwear down below her neck, then settling over her exquisite, soft breasts. “Alex!” Ms. Davies became shy, calling my name directly. I didn’t answer. I leaned in and devoured her lips, while my right hand, using the same trick, moved downwards, boldly rubbing her buttocks hard a few times, getting my fill of what I’d dreamed of for so long. Then I tugged at the hem of her skirt, rolling it up to her waist. “Let… let me go…” Ms. Davies’s breathing was rapid and erratic. Beads of sparkling sweat glistened on her forehead, and strands of beautiful hair clung to her face, which was flushed like a peach blossom. Her half-closed eyes brimmed with unspoken passion. I kissed wildly downwards, raining kisses on her chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. Ms. Davies twisted even more fiercely, her fair legs flailing, her hands reaching out to pull at my hair. “No… we can’t…”
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